Go, go, go, go, go, go. Go, shorty. It's your birthday. We gon' party like it's your birthday. We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday. And you know we don't give a fuck it's not your birthday!.
Go, go, go, go, go, go. Go, shorty. It's your birthday. We gon' party like it's your birthday. We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday. And you know we don't give a fuck it's not your birthday!.
Go, go, go, go, go, go. . Go shawty, it's your birthday. We gonna party like it's your birthday. We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday. And you know we don't give a fuck, it's not your birthday.
Ahh man. You know where the niggas be at right?. Take me to 'em. . All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin'. I'm supposed to die tonight. niggas come put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay.
Go, go, go, go, go, go. Go, shorty. It's your birthday. We gon' party like it's your birthday. We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday. And you know we don't give a fuck it's not your birthday!.
Go, go, go, go, go, go. Go, shorty. It's your birthday. We gon' party like it's your birthday. We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday. And you know we don't give a fuck it's not your birthday!.
Yea. 1 2, 1 2, testing, I said 1 2. (Bring it back). Yea. 1 2, 1 2, testing I said 1 2. 1 2, 1 2, ya'll niggas know just how I do. Let's get more paper, more bread.
If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done. Now I'mma let the champagne bottle pop. I'mma take it to the top, for sure I'mma make it hot, baby. . I apply pressure to pussies that stunting I pop.
I came in the world cryin' and fussin'. Nigga, we ain't have nothin'. Every ghetto I know the same. We try to make a little change. Preacher man come around talkin'.
I came in the world cryin' and fussin'. Nigga, we ain't have nothin'. Every ghetto I know the same. We try to make a little change. Preacher man come around talkin'.
Hold up son, them niggas know. Who hit that nigga, son. (I know, I know). How the fuck we gon' know who hit 'em. And they don't know who hit him. The hood talkin' man everybody know.
I'm on it, I-I I'm on it. I blow a hundred million, make another hundred mill bitch. I'm on it, I-I I'm on it. I hustle hard, oh my God. Look at me I'm so rich.
(50 Cent). . Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Little Tyrone Toddy gettin' his ass whipped so he holdin' that gat down. His momma think it's my fault cause he listen to back down.
50 Cent]. Ah-ha man! Ay you know where them niggaz be at right?. {*click-clack*} Take me to 'em. . [Chorus: 50 singing]. All through the hood I keep hearin niggaz sayin.
Don't make this complicated. My old school candy painted. I hustle hard. When I come through they like "oh my God - that nigga clean". . From the beginning It Was Written I suppose.
My glock pop from blocks you can feel it. G-G-G-G-G-G, It's the muthaf-ckin unit!. My shit knock for blocks, you can hear it. G-G-G-G-G...Its the muthaf-ckin unit!.
Oh, don't even look at me wrong. When I come through the hood. Ain't nothin' changed, still holla at my homies. Oh, and when I hit the block, I still will kill.
I'll whip Your Head Boy, you know I will. I'll whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steel. I'll whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get peeled. I'll whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed.
Oh, don't even look at me wrong. When I come through the hood. Ain't nothin' changed, still holla at my homies. Oh, and when I hit the block, I still will kill.
[Intro: 50 Cent]. This for the bitches nigga. I'll do - I'll, do, anything for you. I'll do, anything you want me to (I'll do do do-do do do do). I'll do, anything (anything for you).